Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Sister’s Shopping

NB: The last two Chapters have been edited. Thanks for your patience.

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Chapter 149

"Well, that’s... unexpected," I said cautiously, but Tempest’s disapproving look made me clamp my lips shut.

"Not really," she replied, flopping onto the couch. "Father always makes sure our names are on every important guest list. It’s one of the many perks of being a Zephyr."

I couldn’t argue with that. Our father’s influence extended far and wide, ensuring we were included in every major event—even if we didn’t always want to be.

Before I could respond, my own phone buzzed. Pulling it from my pocket, I found a similar message waiting for me.

"Guess we’re both invited," I said, sitting beside her.

Tempest snorted. "Of course we are. The question is, are we going?"

I hesitated, weighing my answer. "Do we have a choice?"

"Not really," she admitted after a while.

For a moment, we sat in silence, pondering on the invitation. These events were never simple—politics, alliances, and rivalries always ongoing beyond the surface of celebration.

"You know who’s hosting this year, right?" Tempest asked, breaking the silence.

"Silver Claw," I replied. "Koda’s pack."

Her jaw tightened ever so slightly at the mention of his name, and I watched as she fought to maintain her composure. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

"You’ll be fine," I said gently, placing a hand on her arm. "You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to."

"It’s not that," she said quickly, though her tone betrayed her. "I just... hate these things. They’re all about appearances."

I smiled knowingly. "And yet, you always end up being the center of attention."

She rolled her eyes, but a faint blush crept into her cheeks.

"Well," I said, standing and stretching, "if we’re going, we might as well make the most of it. I’ll help you pick out a dress."

Tempest groaned. "Please tell me you’re not dragging me to some fancy boutique."

"Of course I am," I replied with a grin. "And you’ll thank me later."

Her dramatic sigh echoed through the room, but I caught the glimmer of amusement in her eyes. For all her protests, I knew she’d enjoy it—at least a little.

Because, Tempest was a fashionista.

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~Tempest’s POV~

Aira was relentless. By the time we left the house, she had an entire itinerary planned for finding the "perfect outfit" for the ball.

As we browsed through racks of gowns at an upscale boutique, I found myself tuning out the sales assistant’s overly enthusiastic suggestions. My mind drifted back to Koda, to the last time we’d crossed paths.

It had a few weeks or days even, but his words still lingered. He’d may have been sorry and wished things had been different, but he never said anything to me before leaving or pack that day

Unfortunately, apologies didn’t erase the past, and they certainly didn’t heal the scars.

"Tempest," Aira’s voice snapped me back to the present.

"What?"

She held up a stunning midnight blue gown, the fabric shimmering under the soft lighting. "Try this."